Oh, how I love those vintage tin cans. And RV camping in general.
Maybe it's in my blood. My paternal grandparents have had two different motorhomes in my lifetime, and some of my family's best vacation memories were made aboard them. We even drove to my wedding in their motorhome, which was pretty special for me. My great aunt and uncle have a 1978 GMC motorhome, fondly (or not-so-fondly on the days when things are broken! HA!) named Ellie. My maternal grandparents had an itty bitty, teeny weeny trailer camper they parked at the lake. Sooooo many summer nights I spent there, fishing with grandpa, drinking orange creamsicle soda out of a mini can, and watching Ma and Pa Kettle and The Long, Long Trailer on VHS.Read More